9/13/2012

Talking bar stool blues

That bad loser,coke user,carjackingnerve wreckingtooth achingjaw breakingbut goddamn sweet lookingearth shakinglove makingnagging hell of a womangot me broken hearted,blues swollen,weeping to a poor tasting pint of Irish beer. Now I'm all too dried up, with no girl, no booze and no tears, got the hangover from all those years, with no hope of relief nor return.

About Me

Denis Graeff’s songs are stories that erupt from the streets, from behind office desks, on packed buses and trains, in the time lost while doing that which we’re not, while we lose ourselves in the grey landscapes of the city. Every wall hides personal dramas, every street corner houses desire, every window contains wandering eyes, lost in memory or longing. At times, those tales demand to be sung.